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But unfortunately, I see a wide-eyed Graham walking up to us. “Incoming,” I whisper to her, grabbing her hip to slow her motions.

He’s holding up his phone as he says, “Yo, your sister said she tried you and Berk and couldn’t get y’all, but she’s just leaving her friend’s place, heading here.” He pauses as he looks us over briefly, then glances down and clears his throat. “I see now that y’all are…umm, a little busy. But anyway, I told her where to find us.”

Berkley buries her head into my neck, and I can feel her laughing.

“Thanks, man,” I call out as he heads back toward the group. I realize we’ve now attracted the attention of a smirking Bellamy, too.

“He’s gone,” I say, and even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I pull my finger from inside her.

“Now it’s my turn.” Slipping my finger between my lips, I savor the taste. “Sweet as I remember,” I hum, and she watches me with a look of lust.

“Come home with me after?” I ask.

A smile takes over her face, and she nods.

Fuck yes.

Berkley

“You little slut,” Bellamy whispers playfully in my ear.

I smile proudly, because I’m pretty sure I just had the hottest orgasm of my life, and he didn’t even put his dick in me.

“I’m going home with him, just so you know.”

“Good for you, babe. I wish I had a hot stalker to fuck me good at the end of the night.” She pauses, grabbing my arm. “He is good, right?”

I smirk, giggling. “The best.”

“What are you two conspiring about over here?” Nola asks. “Ways to kill Nate and Cash?”

“What makes you think I care about what Cash does?”

“You reallyyy wanna go there?”

“Whatevs, playboy. What are you doing anyway?” she pretends to look at her imaginary watch. “By this time, you’ve normally picked your flavor of the night and ditched all of us.”

Nola chuckles. “You’re right. It’s about that time.” He shakes his head. “Man, I met this girl last night who has me all kinds of twisted up today.”

Bellamy smacks his arm. “Oh fuck, do tell?”

“Not much to tell. She doesn’t go here. I didn’t even get her number, but I find myself comparing everyone tonight to her, and they are all falling short.”

“Shit… Nola finally got knocked on his ass,” I tease.

“Nah, I’m sure I’ll be over it by tomorrow,” he laughs, but it’s not his normal confident one.

“Graham, on the other hand, looks like he’s really into that chick.” I nod in his direction.

“Leblanc ain’t letting nobody lock his ass down with the draft coming up… Not all of us are like loverboy over there.” He nudges his shoulder toward Nate, who’s watching me from the VIP railing, where he stands beside Maverick, who can’t seem to stop texting tonight.

My eyes trail to the bottom of his shirt, which was thankfully white, so it just looks like he spilled some of his drink on himself. Nate bites his lip, trying to hold in the smile, most likely knowing exactly what I’m thinking about.

Focusing back on Nola’s statement, I ask, “Oh yeah, what’s up with loverboy?” I can’t help but want to know everyone’s take on it.

“Completely obsessed with this little blonde cutie… You know her?” he teases.

I feel myself blushing. “Touché.”

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